Part Three: The Drive

[lestercraft]

Who: Arthur and Bucky, possibly more later
When: Early March (after the bird attacks)
Where: Maybe leaving Sweetwater??
Open/Closed: Noted in prompts!
Applicable Warnings: No Good Very Bad Awful Ideas



Closed to Bucky

Arthur hates using his Bluetooth, but it's easier than trying to blindly wander around trying to find the man he's after.

Look Bucky its its Arthur I was wanting to um to talk to you about the about something you mentioned at dinner before. Right so if if if you could come find me we could discuss it in person thanks. Fuck how do you turn the

...he also hates speech to text a lot.

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[workingthenumbers]

"We can do that." He says it without hesitation. He knows that Wrench will be on board--when was the last time that the two of them had tailed someone together? For Numbers, it's been three months. For Wrench, it's been ten years.

"Leave the details to us. When do you want us to do this?" A pause. "And when do we regroup to share this information? I'm sure the other people stuck here will want to know this."

[lestercraft]

"We should see how long it takes us to get any results from this first," he returns readily. "If it's anything like my time, we'll be lucky if these places restock more than once a week, maybe two, so focus on the fresh produce first. Let's go for two weeks, maybe. We can always try and get more people to help with it if we need more eyes, but I trust your judgement if you see anything else unusual happening at night to follow up on it."

He pauses, his gaze flicking sideways as the gears turn in his mind, then continues, "Whatever we discover, any leads or dead ends, we ought to do another meeting after the turn of the month. Most of the things that keep happening to us seem like they happen at the start of the month, a-at least so far, and it seems to be when new arrivals show up - for their sake we ought to loop them in as soon as possible."

[workingthenumbers]

Numbers nods, brow furrowing. That's right--there was that mute woman in the park the other day that he hadn't seen before, who was clearly out of place. He hadn't seen anyone else yet, but if she suddenly appeared overnight, then surely more people could've shown out.

And there's the fact that a handful of people have also gone missing--perhaps taken in the night for acting out too much. Are these new people to replace them? Whatever the case, the implications are disturbing.

"Agreed." He scratches his beard, looking thoughtful. "We should change the location, if possible--and spread the word by mouth. It's too dangerous to be broadcasting that shit through those...computer...things."

He gives a sort of dismissive wave with his hand.

"Y'know, if we're going to keep working together, it might be a good idea to learn a little bit of sign language."

[lestercraft]

See, this is why he likes working with Numbers, the bastard actually respects his input and plans.

And when he proposes the new suggestion, Arthur smiles - genuinely pleased and honestly a little relieved.

"I was actually wondering the same thing myself. Wrench and I have worked out some communication between us, but it's far more limited than being able to sign with him directly would be. I, er- I can only assume you'd be willing to teach me?"

It'd be a little difficult to work it out on his own, is all.

[workingthenumbers]

The corner of Numbers' mouth twitches upwards. "Yeah, I can do that. I had a pretty good teacher, myself."

He remembers the countless weeks and months he spend with Wrench, painstakingly practicing letters of the alphabet and scrawling down questions to confirm certain words and concepts. They were kids at the time--just on the cusp of entering middle school. Fumbling 'D' with 'F', accidentally signing "bitch" when he meant "talk"--and subsequently learning what the sign for "bitch" was.

"You left-handed or right-handed?"

[lestercraft]

That gets a dry huff. Hard to beat the source if you ever want to learn anything.

"Right." With an idle flick of the same hand.

[workingthenumbers]

Numbers nods.

"Alright," he continues. "We can start with the letters of the alphabet, then do some signs that'll be helpful in the field. Things like...'stop', or 'blood', or 'help', or whatever."

He pauses, realizing he's not exactly sure how to demonstrate how to sign to someone who can't see.

"Hold out your hand. I'll sign a letter with my right hand so you can feel the shape of my fingers, and you try to copy it. Got it?"

[lestercraft]

"Oh, uh-" Somehow he'd forgotten that particular step in the process, and a part of him is kicking himself that he'd neglected that blatantly obvious part. "R-right, of course."

He still hesitates despite himself, because it's just- it's a lot, to be able to trust someone with that. Even if it was Numbers, who had done nothing but help him with all their criminal bullshit. But he does, after a few seconds, reach out to try.

[workingthenumbers]

Numbers seems nonchalant about the whole hands touching thing. He forms his right hand into a fist with his thumb pointing slightly out, palm facing forward, then grabs Arthur's wrist to place his hand on his hand.

"This is 'A.' You've gotta make sure you're kind of...holding it up and slightly to side," he explains casually. "Clarity is important--picture it like you're showing these signs to someone across from you. Give it a try."

[lestercraft]

"Alright-?" The immediate impression that gives is of holding a photo out to show someone on a case, and he mimics that rough height. "Like this?"

It's a little close to his body, perhaps, but the height is correct.